His eyes fell upon the torso of Fenway and took note of the rather fresh scar, no doubt a souvenir from his disappearance, and soon turned his attention back to Fenway as he clarified Loegaire's words indirectly to the woman. Loegaire was still in slight disbelief that he had actually found his King, perhaps as the woman suggested; he was in fact just a mentally ill man? It had been quite a while since the Noble had laid eyes on the King. Hm...no, this was definitely the man. There was definitely a lingering aura about him that just announced itself as the Serendipity King. There were no doubts now, hell, there wasn't any time for it any longer. He was positive some of his fellow Nobles had decided it was long enough to feign the death of Fenway. To assume the throne soon.
He laughed lightly as his King then commented on it, and nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, my King. Though none have made any moves as of yet, I fear the more time you're away, the braver they become. It may be just me, but I'm quite interested to see the looks on their faces when you retake that Throne."
A light smile was present on his face, however this soon faded upon the tension that quickly filled the air as Fenway took the lasses hand. He could already guess what Fenway was going to do next, and these actions helped confirm what Loegaire had initially thought. He had found himself a reason to not return to the Throne, this woman. As Fenway made his request, or more akin to a statement feigned as a request, Loegaire nodded sympathetically, his right hand forming a fist and was lightly placed into his left open hand, elbows apart he bowed his head lightly.
"Of course. Take your time."
There was little necessity to respond seeing as by the time Loegaire did, Fenway was already heading inside. But in the end it was just about manners. As the two walked into the cabin, and the girl subsequently slammed the door shut, Loegaire approached his steed and placed his sheathed dagger and shield onto the side of the horse. Preparing for the journey back. He had a pouch of money tied to the horse as well, hidden underneath the saddle, that helped him survive over the course of the time. Finding rest, food, drinks, and most importantly information.
He could hear them through the window slightly, but they no doubt expected this, but Loegaire did his best to tune them out. It wasn't his place to eaves drop.
Though he turned at the open of the door once more, and was quickly met with the woman, holding a pouch of what appeared to be some sort of animal. He nodded at her words, giving a quick "Ah, thank you." Though she quickly changed the subject once more, he once more laughed as she spoke her conceptions on Kings.
"Ah, yes. Ideally the more over-weight they are, the easier it is to get them to stay on their throne. But as it were, Fenway is abnormal in that aspect. Though it certainly makes him more personable to civilians." Though one of his eyebrows quizzically rose at the prospect of requiring proof. Though deciding to answer on one of many possible interpretations of her words.
"The only thing I have to offer you is my word, your trust in Fenway, and the fact that while he is indeed a handsome man, I prefer my woman...more female."
